I don't know if this is the right place to post this. Well yeah I did it again, I don't know why, I just felt like shit, or did I? I don't know, part of me enjoyed it, is that sick? I now have some rather bad scars on the top of my arm, to add to the collection it seems, although this time they're from burns, I just don't know why I did it though, I remember feeling hate towards myself, but it went, I remember almost enjoying it, I really wasn't myself that night, havent been since, I think I've lost it, I'm losing my mind in this place, I often feel the need to relieve the pressure in my head, probably pressure from society, I feel the need to put a bullet in there, guns are so controlled in this country, a good thing i guess. Am i sick? Is there something wrong with me? I just don't know what to do sometimes, i stare in the mirror and just wonder, "what the hell has happened to you?" Shit.